Through Nineva's ever rollin' hills
Over meadows of verdant green
Well watered by eternal nectar rills
There we must away with eyes keen.
Yonder woods shadowy and wide,
Motionless since days began,
As swift as falls rain there we ride
And seek our stolen gold while we can.
Though mighty stars, moon and sun,
Upon heaven's ever stonking bay
Might all cease to shine and burn,
There we must away ere break of day.
Yonder vale, yonder hills, yonder briars,
Yonder chasms dim and deep we ride,
Past thorny thickets, through beast's liars,
There our chariots ride as swift as a tide,
With our swords sharp as the sun's rays
To seek our gold from enchanted hoards
Where creatures lament sweet olden days
Long before cloven with magical swords
By dwarf lords in eternal halls of stone
That upon 'em casted mighty spells
Sharper than sunbeams that ever shone,
There we must away ere our bell knells.
Through Nineva's ever rollin' hills
Past meadows of verdant green
Well watered by eternal nectar rills,
There we must away with eyes keen.
Yonder woods shadowy and wide,
Motionless since days began,
As swift as falls rain there we ride
And seek our stolen gold while we can.
Beneath many a galloping stream
That forevermore never find the sea,
For there things ain't what they seem
By day or by night unto the naked eye.
There we must ride past mountains high
Twixt darkling woods cold and old,
As swift as a wind beneath the night sky
And seek our long stolen harps of gold
Despite there all woods have eyes
For the dwarf Lord upon his throne
That evemore beams than starry skies
There we ride and seek our golden crown
In a realm where fairly shone forever
In days long dead and burried in time,
But though sun, moon & stars shine never
There we must away from clime to clime
Through Nineva's ever rollin' hills
Past meadows of verdant green
Well watered by eternal nectar rills,
There we must away with eyes keen.
Yonder woods shadowy and wide,
Motionless since days began,
As swift as falls rain there we ride
And seek our stolen gold while we can.
©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, U.SA. 07/30th/2019.
Ode sung by King Boriyon and his men through Nineva's shadowy forests on the quest for their long enchanted gold by dwarf lords in dungeons deep that upon 'em casted mighty spells whose mystery no mortal could ever tell nor unfurl.
#tales of Nineva
P.S. Nineva is a magical kingdom in Kiko's legendarium, a miscellany of tales of mystery, wizardry and maccabre that never cease to stun whoever doth lend me his or her ear.
Boriyon was son of Marianah Boriyon, daughter of Nineva's last black smith. Of him legends say he went against all odds to annihilate all evil that upon Nineva loomed like a veil of everlasting night, and restored the long dreamt harmony that once pervaded the realm like as gems immensely dost abound shores of Elysium.
